Oh the Thinks I Think

a prompted poem

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Ever sit back and wonder
At life’s infinite blunder
The beauty we plunder
The dreams torn asunder

Ever consider the plight
Of those who take flight
Salvation in sight
From unbelievable fright

Ever pondered the glory
The vicious and gory
Of the contrived allegory
That is our history

I think far too often
Of those in their coffin
For lack of precaution
Against hearts that won’t soften

So I join my voice loud
With those in the crowd
Who’ve already avowed
To push more than allowed

Until we no longer wonder
If our dreams were a blunder
Rooted in plunder
Of a world torn asunder

I have been very busy these past couple of months working on my debut fantasy novel, so I haven’t been putting out as much poetry as I have over the past year. I do, however, try and participate in at least…